08-25-2008, 04:20 PM
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 EDIT: HAHA I got my post in at 420. -Coughs and flees.-
  Anselm had been doing his rounds when he noticed his cousin slinking around. Curiosity had gotten the better of him and he trotted along after him with mild interest, keeping a safe distance in case it turned out that he was stalking something. Before too long, he caught Faolin's scent, as well--she was back! Was this a hunt? Licking his lips hungrily at the thought, he decided to take on his half-shifted form for the event.It was not until he saw Talitha cowering and the strange looking man that he picked up the pace. This was still a hunt, in a manner of speaking--although it was a hunt for a monster, not a hunt for sustenance. The fur along his neck bristled; no introductions or explanations were necessary. He could read it on all of them--Corona, Faolin, and Gabriel. This had to be that maniac they were supposed to destroy on sight.Fully ready to assist, his tail lashed behind him, snakelike, as he circled around the strange man. Anselm didn't know exactly what had happened to Talitha, but he held quite a bit of resentment towards this internal conflict for that reason alone: they'd finally gotten done with their war against outsiders, and now they had to take out one of their own. Keeping an eye on the knife, he came to rest once he was about equidistant from Faol and Gabe in their little barrier of teeth and claws. He was ready. |